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  Abril didn’t think she could move even if she wanted to, and she didn’t. She laid her cheek on the desktop, noting that her copious tears had stained his desk pad.

  “Up.”

  She struggled to rise from the position he’d maneuvered her into, but her swollen legs would not longer hold her weight. Abril nearly collapsed into his arms, and it was only natural for him to swing her up in them and stalk out of the room.

  It was almost as if Lima and Rook had been waiting for them to emerge from his study. Lima rushed to her, clicking her tongue, but she fell back at Thomas’ glare. “She’ll have no comfort from you, woman.” He transferred his gaze to Rook. “Or you either, for that matter. Is that completely understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” they chorused back.

  He headed back to that awful bedroom of his, with the floor to ceiling mirrors – and even mirrors on the ceiling – and lay her down on his huge, soft bed. She felt as if she sank a mile into it, it was so soft and fluffy. But then, most two by fours seemed soft and fluffy compared to how she was used to sleeping.

  He’d laid her on her side, so that the parts of her that were still burning and stinging wouldn’t come in contact with anything that might aggravate their condition, and then he’d anchored her wrists above her head gently, but securely, and touched her side almost comfortingly. He had hesitated a bit when he saw the darkening bruises from the time she’d spent pulling at the thongs holding her hands while she was over his desk. But he did what he felt needed to be done. “I want you to sleep. You’ve had an eventful couple of days.” She was almost asleep as it was, but when she felt something being fitted over her face, she started out of her reverie. But there was no stopping him, no matter how uncomfortable she felt being deprived of her sight in an unfamiliar place. It wasn’t as if he was going to let her go anywhere, anyway.

  But being blindfolded just made her feel that much more vulnerable overall, and she began to sob again when she’d nearly stopped.

  Thomas ignored her tears entirely as he slipped linked leather cuffs around her ankles that were attached to the frame of the bed below her. He didn’t necessarily worry that she might try to escape, but he was determined to take a stern stance with her from the beginning, and he intended that she’d sleep this way – bound and helpless – every night for the rest of her life. It would become unusual for her to sleep free, and she’d soon adjust to the confinement, and he whispered exactly that into her ear before lying behind her and slipping that nasty blue plug out of her bottom so quickly that she caught her breath on a yelp.

  She’d become used to being filled at his behest. She’d conformed to his requirements. It was what she did; what she would always do if she wanted to keep any part of her bottom in tact.

  Although she chafed at what he had just revealed to her about what she could expect from her future with him, she was too tired to do much in the way of protesting, and fell asleep almost instantly as she heard him moving quietly around the room.

  He woke her several hours later for dinner by removing her ankle cuffs, after spending a short amount of time admiring the picture she made lying there on his bed, bound hand and foot by leather cuffs that no matter how delicate they were – and these were as small as he could find in his stash – managed to play up the contrast between the rough black leather and her soft, milky white skin. She was his. He could barely wrap his mind around the fact that he wouldn’t have to give her back in the coming days or weeks. She was his, and would always be here, completely available to him, for the rest of her life.

  And tonight it would be made official with the naming – Covering – ceremony, where he would formally claim her as his own in front of witnesses, and she would be covered by him – figuratively, kept safe by his protection, then covered by him in a much more literal sense minutes later. He would cover her past – as if wiping it out – by giving her a name of his own choosing, reinforcing how completely he owned and controlled her. He made her change her complete identity. He was making her a real female, by word and deed. The only thing that could promote her even further as a woman – which wasn’t very far but would be several steps above where she was in rank currently, which was at the bottom, where she belonged – was to give him a son.

  At his insistence, she got up, a little unsteadily and followed him back to the dining room, where another feast was laid out before them. She took the same seat at least as gingerly - or maybe more so than the last time – but only ate some of what was put before her.

  “Clean your plate, Abril,” he cautioned, watching her carefully.

  She did as she was told, but her stomach was still full from lunch. She’d never eaten so much food in her life.

  When everyone was done, she was ordered to help Lima clean up the kitchen while he and Rook got things ready for the ceremony.

  “Lima, Abril, come in here.”

  The ceremony took place in his bedroom. Candles were lit all around the bed, which was the center of their relationship, the place where conception would take place – hopefully – the place where she was the most his and surrendered most completely to his will.

  Thomas arranged Abril on the bed, this time locking her arms and legs spread eagled, and then replacing the blindfold again. She knew better than to protest, though. This was a solemn occasion, and although she knew that there would be a ceremony where she would receive her real female name from her owner, she didn’t know anything else that would go on beyond that.

  Thomas took a long white taper in his hand and lit it off one of the others on the nightstand and came to stand at near her head, while Lima stood at her feet and Rook across from Thomas. “Abril Mardi Denzelle from the Hoffman House, I claim you in the Ryker name as my own, and your new name shall be Ryker’s Tria.” He rubbed a rough cloth over each of the nipples that had been so carefully painted by the hood, then did the same to her mons before he tipped the candle once over each breast, letting a drop of the liquid wax drip down directly onto each nipple as she yelped softly each time, then moving just a bit down the bed to land a bigger dollop onto her bare pubic area.

  Then he reached beneath his own pillow and took out a slim but solid, velvet lined collar that fit her perfectly. As he closed the clasp that was designed never to come open again, he said, “I accept full, strict responsibility for you and any male progeny we might created together.”

  Upon hearing those words, Tria knew that if she was ever to bear him a child, she would need to pray for a boy, because if it was a girl, she – like her mother before her – would be taken away to be raised in the strict, old fashioned way that she herself had been, until she came of an age to be sold at the monthly Circus.

  She couldn’t see what was going on around her at all, although she could hear the whispered congratulations. He released her arms from the opposite bedposts, but not from their cuffs entirely, instead attaching a broad length of leather between them and arranging it behind her, so that when she had scrunched down on the bed and lay back, she was holding her own wrists tight to the bed by virtue of her own weight.

  He also loosed each ankle, but then rebound her legs with leather lengths around the backs of her knees that seemed to come from behind her head, so as he very slowly tightened each of them in turn until her knees were nearly back far enough to touch be bed, then letting them loosen just a bit before securing them there. She could not close her legs for the next portion of the ceremony. She needed to be completely exposed and completely vulnerable to him – as she always should and would be.

  Tria didn’t know if Rook and Lima were still in the room. She sincerely hoped not, although she had a feeling they were. It was out of her control, regardless, but she had a feeling that she really didn’t want to have an audience for what he was about to do, whatever it was. It was already incredibly embarrassing to be trussed up like a turkey. Those parts of her that neither she nor anyone else in her life had ever been able to touch were suddenly of a lot of interest to a lot of dif
ferent people, and she thought she was probably going to go through the rest of her life with two sets of permanently red cheeks.

  The next thing she felt was his warm chest pressing against her opened slit as he took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and twisted them gently at first, then more firmly, plucking them away from her body as they grew and tightened with his caresses.

  He began to grind himself against her, so that she could feel his rough chest hair against the tenderest parts of her. It shouldn’t have felt good, but it did. And her body wanted much more than that.

  “I own you, Tria.” Pull, tug, twist hard, release. It was a rhythm of pain and pleasure that he repeated again and again on each of those swollen buds. “You’re mine, now and forever, in the eyes of the law and these two witnesses, and by my own words, to do with as I please. You exist solely to please me in whatever way I see fit. There is nothing for you, no greater destiny, than to take me within your body and create life.”

  They were still there – they were watching her as he did these things to her body – as he slid down, dragging himself over her and causing her to leave a trail of her own juices on his chest before his mouth descended on her again, licking and flicking and suckling at her as if he was going to devour her whole.

  And this time he didn’t stop until he knew she was at the very outer edge of her completion. Of course, she had no idea that there was anything more than the teasing he’d been doing to her – his flicking tongue and his probing fingers having their way with her while she writhed beneath him, afraid and uncertain about what lie ahead, wondering if she’d spend the rest of her life in this agonizing ecstasy. Her nipples were hard peaked, breasts fuller and heaving while she tried to rub her crotch against anything in order to get some sort of relief from the raw pleasure she was feeling.

  But he wouldn’t let her. He knew how to bring her down just a bit, and reminding her of several things at once by saying, “Get me the plug.”

  Lima and Rook were watching it – watching her dance to his tune, watching his mouth defile her, seeing plainly how her back arched and her breasts vied for his attentions. She should have been mortified; that knowledge should have been enough to make her stop feeling this way, to dampen the fires he’d stirred and fanned, but it wasn’t.

  But that terrible thing knocking at her back door was, and he knew it. Again, he applied just the barest of lubricant coatings and snubbed it against her pouting rosebud, then pressed it all the way inside her in one swift stroke. As pried apart as she was, there was no way for her to resist him anyway. She couldn’t go anywhere he didn’t want her to go.

  And he wanted her right there, being raped by that awful piece of unyielding but not rigid silicon, watching as it disappeared up inside her, forcing her bottom hole to distend garishly to accept it just before it narrowed at the neck, before the flange settled into place between her cheeks as if it had never been away.

  As if it belonged there.

  “Whenever I take you, if I can remember to, you’ll always be filled in both places. I want you to always be full. Until you’re full of my baby, I’m going to keep you full down there one way or the other.” She heard clothing of some sort fall to the floor, and felt him tug on her hips, pulling her legs back just another bit more as he brought her hips to meet his raging hard on at the edge of the bed. She heard him sigh heavily, “Ahh, Gods, you are perfect like this – spread to receive me, as you were meant to be.”

  She could feel something against her slit, against a place she hadn’t known she owned until his fingers had found it this morning, but this wasn’t his fingers because his hands were wrapped around her hips, using them as hand holds to keep her near him. But something else was pressing against her, and she was resisting him, although she wasn’t trying to actively do so.

  He pushed and leaned and wouldn’t let her retreat, hurting her as the pressure built, but he wouldn’t let her get away, kept pulling her towards him, forcing her to accept his invasion rather than retreat.

  When he broke through that small barrier, drilling himself all the way into her with his first stroke, she screamed, and heard Lima and Rook’s collective “ahhhh,” even as he panted in her ear.

  He levered himself off her almost immediately. She didn’t know it, but he was showing his bloody member to the witnesses as proof of her virginity, and then they left silently, leaving the bedroom door wide open as he require as he filled her again, slipping inside her deliberately, watching her face avidly as he did so, as she opened herself to him for the first time. He didn’t count the rending of her maidenhead. That was a necessary evil.

  This was their ceremony. This was his true claiming of her. This was the way it should be.

  Although she’d screamed when he’d filled her with himself that first time, the pain really hadn’t been that bad, just somewhat stark and unexpected in that particular place. Now, though, he was doing it again, and it felt different. He was taking his time, stretching her open with something that felt like it was twice the size it had been, although it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much. In fact, it felt distressingly pleasant, even though the more he advanced into her, the more she could feel both how her reluctant flesh was being forced to open around him, as well as how that flesh was making her bottom feel just that much fuller, as if the plug, too, had somehow grown in size, and there was a fight for space going on inside her that she had absolutely no control over.

  And he kept pressing and pushing, all the while keeping her hips still in front of him so that there was no way she could avoid what he was doing to her – how he was taking her, merging himself with her, and making her love it. Making her want it, making her wish she could arch her hips against him and take more of him into her at once.

  But he was the one in control – he would always be the one in control, and he claimed her only by steady inches, watching her face, listening for the changes in her breathing that had gone from somewhat pained gasps at first, then changed slowly over to deeper moans tinged with fear. She still didn’t know that there was any sort of end of this for her, and he was in no hurry to have her find it.

  Finally, he was in her to the hilt, and wanted nothing more than to let go of himself right then and there. He had her. She was truly his, pinned beneath him, spread open for him, bound and kept just for him. But he didn’t want to lose himself until he’d brought her to the ultimate pleasure for the first time.

  And he wanted her to see who was forcing her there, along with her own reactions and facial expressions as she flew apart for the very first time in her life, at his behest. Thomas reached up and took the blindfold off her face, saying, “Open your eyes.”

  The light was soft enough with the candles that she did so without any pain.

  “You are to keep your eyes open. I want you to look up at our reflections and don’t look away until I tell you you can.”

  She could see herself in various poses around the room in her peripheral vision, upside down in the mirrored headboard, but the ceiling showed everything in stark reality, how part of her had become a part of him, how helpless she was to stop it, and how eager her body was to accept it.

  He withdrew almost as slowly, all the way, then pressed the head of his cock against the bullet that was still inside her, rocking against it and making her groan with each sudden jerk of his hips. This time, when he pushed into her, he kept one hand on her hip, and the other on the stopper of that plug, manipulating it in and out of her as he began to pump his cock in and out of her pussy, until after the first few strokes, he even let go of her hip in favor of a well placed thumb, just the slightest bit above her clit, so that she would only get a taste of a touch every other stroke.

  All of these sensations combined to drive her out of her mind. She literally thought she was going to go out of her mind. He was heaping pleasure upon pleasure, and some sort of bubble was building inside her, but they had nowhere to go. She couldn’t see an end in sight . . . until he drove her to i
t.

  More than anything, Tria wished her hands were free instead of trapped at her sides. She wished she could grab hold of his shoulders, or get a good grip on the bedspread – anything. She needed to hold onto something, but there was only him and the unbearable things he was doing to those shameful parts of her body.

  And she was very certain that she was going to die of it if he didn’t stop it soon. Very soon.

  But he didn’t stop, and she knew he wouldn’t.

  Suddenly, every inch of her flesh down there began to contract around the things that had been implanted in her, grasping at them greedily, sucking them in and holding them there, clamping down with everything she had as wave after wave of excruciating ecstasy rolled out of that stretched and filled center of her out to the very ends of her hair and the tips of her toes.

  She couldn’t help it – even if it got her another spanking, she had to scream, and she did. Even if Lima and Rook were still in the room, and she’d become so involved that she hadn’t even looked for them in the mirrors, she didn’t care. She had to let it go. She had to. It was too raw, too stark, to be kept in.

  Thomas almost threw his head back and hollered with her when he saw how she responded to him – how she enjoyed her submission, her body reveling in it to the point where she cried out in pleasure as readily as she did in pain.

  He rode her out, prying another two culminations out of her, once reaching beneath her to grip those still sore cheeks as he finally let himself loose, plunging hard against her, not being careful of his property, just blithely and blindly taking what he wanted, and what he wanted was to fuck her so hard her teeth rattled.

  His triumphant scream topped hers several minutes later as he poured his seed into her as she experienced her last bit of pleasure and contracted around him, milking him involuntarily of the very last of himself.

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